the reformation (or lackthereof)

Do you see any changes? I sure do, and not in the way I’d like.

By certain calculations, I’ve stepped just over the line to being ‘slightly obese.’

(But I don’t trust their metrics; like my doctor said, we’re not designed to be skinny)

It’s disheartening to see the numbers go up on the scale, but it’s my own damned fault. And that’s good news: just as I’ve made the numbers go up, I can make them go down. I may not like being at 180 pounds, but really the numbers don’t mean shit. You can be super skinny and in terrible health, or be technically obese but have perfect blood work. The culprits to my ‘two steps backwards’ are a lack of working out (I’ve been working overtime, life at home is generally pretty busy with two girls, and it’s hard to be motivated when you’re so exhausted you can close your eyes and pass out wherever you are) and a lack of eating right. I’ve been eating out a lot, thanks to spending so many mealtimes at a workplace that’s within spitting distance of so many restaurants that deliver. Here are some of my favorites (does this count as food porn?):

Honorable Mentions: New Krishna Indian Cuisine, Gyro Subs, and
McDonald's (because we have kids... and because breakfast burritos)

As far as eating at home goes, I’ve done pretty good. Ashley generally makes healthy meals, and she’s kind enough to indulge me when I’m in the mood for food that goes along with what I’ve been reading. I’m sure she remembers all the Roman dishes she prepared back when we lived at Kennesaw, and lately she’s been making me western-themed foods (such as bean soup, johnnycakes, grits and cornbread). About once a week we have ‘garbage patch’ pizzas on naan bread; it’s a great way to get rid of scant leftover ingredients, and they taste damned delicious. Here’s yesterdays:

this one was topped with leftover barbecue chicken, the remnants of a couple hot peppers,
the last of our feta cheese, and drenched in mozzarella. And I like to mix minced cloves into the sauce.

In lieu of this morning’s sobering awakening (which I expected, because I’m no idiot), I need to make time for working out. Thankfully my current job has the space for me to work out there, so I’ll need to ship some weights over and get to work. Once I get back into a rhythm, it’s a gentle slope to being back on track. Because diet is 80% of getting healthier, I’ll need to ‘man up’ and order salads during the customary ‘pizza nights’ with Jason, and pack dinners the other nights I’m at work. I’m still going to request themed dinners, however. Nothing will make me quit doing that. As to eating out, Ash and I are going to cut back on the frequency of eating out and put that money towards trying new places. We’ve put together a list of unique and five-star-rated restaurants within half an hour home. A random sample includes Cambell’s Saloon, The Houston Inn, The Old Bag of Nails, and The Golden Lamb.